The Vampire Diaries: He's The Air She Would Kill To Breathe

Moonstones and Madness

Kol looked Bonnie up and down with a smirk and she blushed deeply.

“Get the hell out of here, Kol. I don’t wanna see you.”

“Aw come on, Bonnie. I know we’ve have it rough in the past, but I want to try again, I can’t get you out of my mind. I am not a good man, nor am I a patient one, but I will wait for you to feel it again. I will make you feel the very emotions you felt when I took your virginity in a hallway closet back at the Mansion.” Anger and embarrassment flashed across Bonnie’s features.

“Go die, Kol.” She hissed as she slammed the door in his face.

“Be reasonable sweetheart, you knew the moment you touched my hand at my mother’s ball that it was real, that I was supposed to be your mate. If you hadn’t felt it you wouldn’t have let me take something that precious from you the very night we met.” He called through the door. Bonnie’s breathing intensified and she slid down the side of her door, tears rolling down her face. She pulled her knees to her chest and sobbed loudly, hoping he heard her and felt guilty. She didn’t want to remember the things he had made her feel that night. The way he’d swept her off her feet, flirted and danced with her all night until finally he led her to that dark little closet on the second floor. He made her feel special, like she was the most beautiful girl in the world to have caught the interest of someone like Kol. They made love, he gave her his number, promised to pick her up the following night and take her someplace nice. But that was it…when he left the ball that night she never saw him again.

Outside Kol had done the same thing, slid down until he was sitting with his back against the door. Had they not been separated by it their backs would have been touching. He listened to her shallow breathing and her heavy weeps, his heart breaking. He had always been the player, the heartbreaker, it’s what he did. He had never planned on staying with the young little witch he’d picked to be his toy for the night, but when their hands brushed as he’d handed her a glass of Champaign he felt something radiate through him. Something warm and full of light. Knowing she was a witch he figured she’d used her hand to read him, and the look in her eyes had suggested that she

liked what she’d found. Kol had never felt anything like that, and the more they talked that night the more genuine interest and affection for her grew. For once in his life Kol Mikaelson hadn’t ran to play with a girls emotions, he’d ran because she had awakened his.

Back at pet store Ian was staring wide-eyed at all the little kittens in a crate in the very back of the store, just passed the aisle with all the adult cats. Damon kneeled down to Ian’s level and gently put his hand on his shoulder.

“Which one do you want?” Ian’s eyes lingered on each and every one of them, seeming to take in every detail. There were two totally black kittens with bright green eyes, three orange kittens with eyes that were a yellowish color, and then there was one tiny white kitten with blue eyes, the runt of the litter, playing by herself in the corner while the other kittens pounced on one another. Ian’s entire face lit up and he gently picked the white one up in his small hands.

“I like this one.” Damon looked genuinely surprised, expecting him to pick a black one.

“Are you sure?” He nodded eagerly.

“I like it when Mommy tells me the story about you and her making snow angels together…this one looks like snow.” Both Damon and Elena grinned at each other and Elena tenderly began running her fingers through Damon’s hair.

“What are you going to call her?” He smiled up at his parents and cuddled the kitten to his chest.

“Snow Angel. But we can just call her Angel.” He looked so proud of himself and Damon kissed his forehead in adoration before standing up straight.

“Well I’ll go pay for her and you and Mommy can go get some kitty litter and stuff, okay?” Ian nodded and handed Angel to Damon, taking Elena’s hand and allowing her to lead the way to get the supplies they needed.

In Chicago, Klaus was taking a very small blood sample from Scarlett.

“Uncle Klaus…why do you take my blood everyday? Am I sick?” She wondered, not the least bit afraid and swinging her legs off the side of the table while he drew the blood.

“Hold still, Sweetheart, I don’t want to hurt you. I take your blood so I can make more people like me. It’s awful lonely being the only hybrid, you know.” She tilted her head to the side in curiosity.

“Then why don’t you turn me into a hybrid? I wouldn’t mind it.” Klaus smiled and kissed the top of her head.

“I knew there was a reason I liked you.” He chuckled for a moment and then continued.

“I can’t do that, darling. If I turn you, then I have to get my blood source from your cousin and he isn’t nearly as willing as you are. The kid is definitely Damon’s son…he has some fight in him. Besides, I’ve never tired to turn a vampire into a hybrid…pretty sure it would kill you, and I don’t want that.” Scarlett pondered it for a minute and then shrugged.

“You never know…I’m a pureblood, maybe I’m the exception to that rule.” He shot her a wolfish grin and gently tussled her golden brown locks with his hand.

“Thanks for the offer, but it’s not a risk I’m willing to take. I care about you, Scar.” She giggled and wrapped her arms around Klaus’s neck. Klaus smiled over Scarlett’s shoulder at the blond who was now watching them.

“You would be such a good father.” He shook his head.

“I’d be a horrible father and you know it. But uncle is something I can swing.” Caroline rolled her eyes and strutted up to her hybrid mate, who had recently imprinted on her. She kissed his lips gently and held out her arms for Scarlett. The young vampire jumped to the blonde, squealing as she spun her around.

“How are you liking being part of Pack Mikaelson?”

“I love you and Uncle Klaus, and the hybrids are all really nice to me, but I do kind of miss my mommy.” Caroline scoffed.

“Why miss the world class vampire slut when you have us?” Klaus stifled a laugh and gave Caroline a semi-stern look.

“Come now Sweetness, be politer about it around Katerina’s daughter.” Caroline stuck her tongue out at him while Scarlett shrugged.

“I think Daddy misses her too.” Stefan walked through the door, shaking his head at his daughter and softly petting her curls.

“No sweetie, I don’t. I’m over her, and you should forget about her too. I can give you a better life without her.” Scarlett’s eyes filled with tears and her expression asked so many questions.

“But what about Uncle Damon and Aunt Elena?” Stefan turned around to look for the girl he’d compelled earlier to stick around for dinner and answered her as he called the girls name.

“Klaus and Caroline are your family now.”

At the boarding house Katherine was getting restless. It had been so long since Stefan had disappeared with Scarlett that she was about to go mad. Nobody was giving her answers, Damon and Elena were too busy with their own lives to do anything, Alaric was helping Jeremy and Adriana plan their wedding, and nobody had seen Bonnie in weeks. At the end of her rope, she did the only thing she knew to do. She asked for help from the only other supernatural friend she had out there. Mason Lockwood. Damon had thought he’d killed him when he ripped his heart from his chest, but Katherine had been so attached to him that she’d had a witch cast a protection spell on him. He’d skipped town after his “murder” wanting to be as far from Damon and that damn moonstone as possible.

“Mason, it’s me. I need a favor.” He was quiet on the other line for a little bit, as if thinking hard about hoe he’d respond.

“Katherine…where have you been? You used to call and check on me everyday up until about three years ago…”

“It’s a long story, a lot has happened these last three years. I’ll tell you all about it if you’ll come to see me at the Salvatore Boarding House. Damon is out for the day and Stefan skipped town, plus the moonstone is long gone. You’re safe.” He sighed into the receiver, but smiled.

“I’ve really missed you, Kat. I’ll be there soon.” A school-girl like smile made its way onto Katherine’s lips. It’d been so long since she’d seen her little wolf, this was going to be fun.